Ebb Tide

 

 

Twilight falling makes me sad

With expectation seldom met

As wistful evening bleeds away

Ambition fades with soft sunset.

 

Dawn creates a surge of blood

As tumbled plans carouse to day,

Enthused, this finest moment met

With hope arranged in fine array.

 

By noon the schedule lies in rags

The tether hangs in tattered state,

Dullness in the discontent

Lies brutal on an emptied plate.

 

To build a castle in the air

And frustrate dissipation’s fight

When time and time a proven fact

That good intention fades with night.

 

Daylight flees with ebbing tide

Coolness in the furtive air,

Expectations start to slide

As resignation takes the chair.

 

 

Marshalg

21 February 2013

Original Artwork Colin Hoare 027 4516627